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Jackie Chan (Feat. Migos) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: Jackie Chan (Feat. Migos)

[Verse 1 : Gucci Mane]
Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest
Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk
[?]
A million a month is a lost to a boss
Don’t pass me the blunt because I’m in a slump
Biggin’ and juggin’, bitch what do you want
I’m credit for dope til’ the first of the month
Smoking a blunt and my trunk in the front
You like it or leave it, or leave it alone
Slick with the stick and I’m cool with the chrome
One hit of the bong and I leave it alone
Lean and Patron, I know that it’s wrong
I know that it’s wrong but I jugg on the phone
The day that it came, the day that it gone
Day to day business, cause dope with a tone
Gucci and Ziggy, we back in the business
My pockets my piggy, I’m back on my throne

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang
Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain
Alligator bally, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring
The j’s they love the cocaine, they sniffing the dope off my ring
You know that I’m a magician, The packs I get it and flip it
This lean is killing my kidneys, these birds are singing like Whitney

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[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking,
Came a long way from that midget
To pull up in Honda Civics
To dropping that top on my Bentley
Them Rush Hour [?]
I’m smoking on Jackie, my eyes is chinky
My money is long like a slinky
I fuck with the Bentley like Pinky
I’m Jackie Chan in my city
Where ever I go, I’m good, I can kick it
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
My eyes look like Jackie Chan ’cause I smoke that mary jane
My eyes look so Asian, man, ’cause I’m smoking that purple thing
Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans
My kick game on Jackie Chan
Me, Chris Tucker, ride through Tucker
Got pulled over, cause we’re two black brothers
Chris Tucker stop laughin’ man
This shit here ain’t funny man
Rush Hour traffic, smoking cali
Two diamond rings, they Jackie Chan
Gucci got hands like Jackie Chan
Better yet, nigga Chuck Norris
Nigga told me he was back balling
Two weeks later he was back baring
Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch ballin’
Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch foreign
Put your hands up for the black man
Keep your eyes up for the black fan
Gucci Mane and Zay, we back man
Not Pac-Man, it’s Jackie Chan

[Hook]
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

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Drink Mud – Gucci Mane

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
I’m a get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

[Verse 1:]
Call it whip it and flip it and zip it and kush it
Calling your girl like grammy the pussy
I’m up in the kitchen and pick up a cookie
You’re boyfriends a rookie that’s why he a pussy
I’m fucking you bad I don’t care who be looking
Stand on your porch and dare you to push me
Choppers on duty you don’t have to touch me
I’m the boss and the boss gets all the glory
Changing the game I’m remaining the same
Buy new car I’m changing the pash
Changing the motor and changing the goods
Changing the gurgle’s I’m pumping the pipe
A K A I’m cracking the seal those don’t know
I’m tracking the train
Thinking about money we thinking the same
Fly’s a bird and high’s a plane
Might hit the club in a black tuxedo
Who hoes coming with his your man Galvino
Beat flash who should look like torpedo
Owe it to a nino, smoking on guido
Might have a man but he not like me no
Looking bald out to exterior
On a boat way cocaine locreo
He might get money but not like me no

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[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

[Verse 2:]
Positiong myself and kushin my wealth
Hate no me that’s best for your health
Efin my wounds than efin my shoes
Efin em show me, efin my bills
Niggas they envy, they just pretending
Glasses are empty and bitches are friendly
Asses are sexy and titties are pretty
Niggas are hold up and bitches are silly
Watches are quarter my chain is a milly
I can’t lie all my hoes are so deadly
So I’m up on occasion than you think I was Diddi
Cases and cases and cases of blunts
Smoke like a hippie, drink like Britney
Walking in the club JB whole with me
Harder they try they can’t get rid me
Looking like I’m dreaming someone pinch me
Two shooters right by, they’re my henchmen
Gucci then came all same songs keep them
Left that hurt my people vibrating
And the paper in the hood keep on ringing
That lil chick that I met last weekend
Laughing and leaving I’m working on leaning
Swash or seed I could check on the season
Freshen’ the club making bitch stop creeping

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

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The Definition (The Game Diss) – Gucci Mane

[Verse 1]
This nigga Game definition of a rap nigga
I’m not a lover or a fighter, I’m a trap nigga
On Twitter talking about you want to scrap nigga
Well I’ll knock you out and drag you to the trap nigga
The real deal Holyfield CTE killer
And I can’t lie I done robbed a lot of Cali niggas
I know some real OG’s in L.A nigga
Last time I checked I was the shit in the Bay nigga
A Sacramento nigga used to send the dope to me
Humble County kush my plug sent the smoke to me
CEO Gucci, Eazy-E my idol nigga
I heard your brother is a gangster, he not your brother nigga

[Verse 2]
The realest nigga in the rap game, hands down
You showing your ass nigga yeah you got your pants down
I’m talking M’s now not hundred grands now
I’ll take your life and you’ll never meet your grandchild
If you ever had a plug nigga stand up
If a nigga tried to rob you nigga man up
You ever ran off just to run your bands up
You ever went broke damn fuck the lights cut
These niggas would suck a nigga dick to make a hit record
I’ll never dick ride that’s why I’m a legend
I never snitched now time not even 60 seconds
Got so much street cred that these niggas disrespected

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ODog (Feat. Wyclef Jean) – Gucci Mane

Lirik lagu: ODog (Feat. Wyclef Jean)

[Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I’m a thuuuuuuuug
Even though I wanna change my life and get it right
To the judge, I’m always gon’ be a thuuug
Like O-Dog, “Menace II Society”
They wanna see me undergrooooound
But I just bought a plane, hey, hey
Sky is the limit now; my jet just took off the ground now
And ain’t nobody gon’ stop my destiny, destiny, no no no
Ladies night – pop a bottle now
Cause the wear just came off now
From doin time in the penitentiaryyyy, yeah
And if you come from the ghetto and you feel like a champion
Let me see you put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)

[Gucci Mane]
{?} beatin on my chick {?}
Feelin hipper than a hippie in a tye-dye shirt
Gucci Mane motherfucker and the earth my turf
Ice cold, buzz hotter than July 1st
Oooh, this the type of tune make a dime choose
He make it rain then I can make it monsoon
I buy a bitch out her contract, dumb stacks
Suckers sleepin on me Zantax, I’m deadly
I’m talkin Anthrax, the other side of the tracks
You know the Amtrak; multi-millionaire still rockin amulets
I was turnt up to the mess but now I’m past that
But now I’m past that
I move stealth, I’m gettin jealous of myself
Me and Wyclef and the swagger’s SoSoDef
Smoke pounds of that ‘dro ‘dro from out West
And I ain’t made at no one cause I’m oh so blessed
It’s Gucci

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[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Tired of all these late nights, smoked out shit
Ain’t no mo’ leavin the club three or fo’ bad chicks
I ain’t goin to the lot, coppin no mo’ whips
I ain’t drinkin, all the pills, I’m all done, I quit
PSYYYYYYCH! I’m poppin wheelies with a dime on the bike
My baby right, she whispered in my ear tonight is the night
I’m higher than a kite, bright ice, in need of a light
Pilot lighter light it homey as I lean to my stripe
Ye ain’t freshest out here, ye ain’t ballin like me
Baby talk can’t comprehend, talkin foreign to more
Purple label, Polo, Revlon on me
I’m the big homey, you a big phony (well damn!)
Makin movies in the V.I.P. I need a Tony
Gucci Mane Tarantino with the tenderonis
Pour 80 bottles in her face, now she dancin on me
She know she dancin with a star them diamonds dancin on me
It’s Gucci

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It’s Gucci

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